Taking half naked pictures for the gram, girl you so ridiculous
I’m readin comments from wishers lustin of kissin it
Same type, that like to hit, then disappear and sh–
I paint a picture vivid, poured some Everclear on it

You know the saying, “Misery, she loves company”
Baby, I love you just a little more when you’re humping me
Now she’s convinced that this, the way that it’s supposed to be
She’s seeks the same attention, right after we stroke I leave

Cyclicial selling of souls, for social media
B–ches, pimpin’ & n—as mixed with comedians
On a way different level, had to change the frequency
In search of a woman, with common decency

Never did I believe it’d happen easily
Loch Ness shawty, ain’t nobody seen her recently
Yet in the hollowed out ruins of land How It Used To Be
Sometimes, one can still find the secret of the ring.